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I shake my head. “Only poor fucks worry about shit like that. I’m perfectly capable of covering you when I take you out. And to be honest, if you try to take out your wallet, you’re just going to piss me off.”
She smirks, leaning in to kiss my jaw. “Oh, no, I’m so afraid.”
I smirk back, cradling her skull to get a better hold of her and pulling her in so I can kiss her lips. “You should be. I’m pretty scary.”
Her brown eyes twinkle with affection and amusement. “You don’t scare me,” she murmurs playfully, so close I feel her breath on my lips.
If you could read my mind, I would.
But I don’t say that.
Instead, I kiss those pretty lips, and since my strength is returning to my muscles and my craving for her is insatiable, I roll her little ass over, pinning her down against the mat and holding down her arms.
She looks up at me, her eyes full of trust and affection, and for a split second, I’m gut punched by guilt. By longing. By a sense of helplessness I do not fucking enjoy.
Then her phone lights up, and my gaze shifts to it on instinct.
And my blood runs cold when I see someone named Victor asking if she’s ignoring him.
Chapter Thirty-six
Brynn
“Who the fuck is Victor?”
Despite stating just a few seconds ago that I’m not afraid of him, I can admit Killian looks pretty fucking scary when he glares down at me, my body pinned down by his weight, my arms shackled to the ground by his strong hands.
His jaw is locked and his eyes are dark with anger, and for a split second, I can’t even figure out what he’s talking about.
I don’t know anyone named Victor.
“What?” I ask, my confusion clear on my face.
His dark eyes rise, and he releases my arms to grab my phone off the ground next to me.
Oh.
It hits me then, and I grab for the phone, but he holds it up out of reach.
“It’s not funny, Killian. Give it back,” I say, lifting up as far as I can with him on top of me to reach for the phone. “It’s not—I don’t know anyone named Victor. It’s a joke, I forgot I even did it.”
He can be unreasonable when he’s jealous, and admittedly, my desperate ramble and reach probably didn’t make him think it was nothing, so he swipes the screen open despite my protests.
“It’s my mom,” I finally blurt. “Please don’t read it. I don’t know what it says, but it doesn’t matter. I always delete her messages.”
Killian frowns down at me skeptically. “Your mom’s name is Victor?”
I roll my eyes at my own stupid private joke with myself. “No. I changed her name in my phone when I was reading Frankenstein for class.”
As the words are coming out, I’m hearing them and realizing they sound like a desperate lie.
“I can’t believe you went to Paris without telling me,” he reads aloud. “Who is that guy?” he continues. “Are you ignoring me?”
I grimace. “I can see how that sounds… not great.”
Killian types something on the phone, and my eyes widen.
“Please, please don’t do that. This isn’t like Addison, it’s not funny. Killian, I’m serious,” I say, grabbing his wrist and looking up at him pleadingly.
